Ixus and Living Latex Assimilation

I wrote a book. Did you know that? I've been quite busy trying to promote it in these blogs. Don't you like these blogs? I hope you do. If you have enjoyed them, then perhaps we should be friends. Would you like to be my f̴r̵i̵e̷n̴d̵?

In my book "Pack Rats of the Inside," there is a character known as Ixus. He is described as a tall fox whose fur and body seems to be made of some sort of plastic material. Another way to describe this aspect of Ixus is by the term "living latex."

We've all heard of the strange substance known as latex. It can exist quite comfortably in both a liquid and solid state. It can mold itself into any shape, especially the shape of a living body. But what if the latex itself was alive. This is the case for my character Ixus.

But there would be no point in being a living manifestation of latex if there was not some sort of doom attached to it. This fetish is the stuff of horrors after all. Ixus has the ability to open himself up and pull people inside of him where they would eventually become one with who he was. The way I wrote it was more plastic in substance, but Ixus' nature can take many forms. His body could just as easily be a liquid as it can be a solid.

Imagine meeting a creature that seemed glossy all over. He smiled but there was something unnatural about him. Go on. Shake his hand. The moment you did shake his hand, the latex would separate and begin crawling up your arm. You try and tug away, but you can't. It only gets worse!

Soon the latex is all over your body. It doesn't feel bad, mind you. In fact, the more you have all over you, the more at peace you are. The reason for this odd euphoria is because you are ceasing to be you and are becoming more a part of the latex creature. He isn't afraid, and so neither are you. At this point, one of two things will happen: You will either become a part of the creature's body or you may become a creature of living latex yourself--you know... after all your bones and organs have dissolved.

In the case of Ixus, he absorbed individuals and their collective consciousness would become a part of his own personality. Their desire to capture other people was interpreted as a need for friendship to him. Oh, and I may have forgotten to mention all of the constant fucking that happened to your body while you were inside of Ixus. That is not always the case with this fetish.

Sometimes sex is not always about penetration, it is about encapsulation. It is about utterly encompassing another individual. It is a desire to control, own, and devour another living entity. They may not think of it like that however. They may simply be looking for companionship--f̵r̵i̷e̵n̶d̶s̶h̴i̷p̷. It is up to you to decide if a friendship with someone like Ixus is worth the sacrifice.

There will be more about liquid latex in next week's blog.

Ixus was a main character in my book "Pack Rats of the Inside." Here is some information about it.
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Milk of Strange Properties

There is yet another obscure fetish I wish to showcase. This is not a new one by far, but it is one that rarely lands on my doorstep. The fetish has in the past been referred to as "milk of strange properties," or some other similar designation. We will be abbreviating it down to MoSP for this blog. Allow me to educate you as to its benefits.

This fetish has everything to do with a more common fetish called lactation. It simply is the enjoyment of a woman producing breast milk in the context of sex. MoSP has more to do with what the milk does to those who drink it, willingly or unwillingly.

With furries, I see this fetish more often happening with cows. Cows have those fancy little udders between their legs which make obtaining the stuff not only convenient, but it is also rather expected. Cow + Udder = Milk. It is very simple. Nevertheless, the fetish can also be applied to any female with breasts whether or not they should be lactating at that time.

The milk, once ingested, will have a number of unexpected side effects with MoSP. The most common, I seem to find, is the milk acting as an aphrodisiac. It can also causes the person to be hypnotized or directly mind controlled by the dispenser of the milk. As to the latter, I find that quite a fun concept. One sip and the subject is instantly enthralled to do as the cow wants.

Transformations can also happen. A very common MoSP transformation is to be turned into a child. It makes sense. The milk was intended to be slurped by kids. Why not have the milk make them younger. Who knew a cow could end up being the fountain of youth?! This fetish does not always have to do with pedophilia (although it might!). Sometimes the concept of being turned into a child is simply a form of submission--in this case, to a parent or guardian. The milk simply keeps them where they are.

MoSP can be turned against the producer of the milk as well. The cow or any other producer can be locked into a milking machine and simply milked for the special supply of strange fluid. The milk can also be fed to the victim to keep her compliant and happy. When milk becomes a drug, all bets are off. Things end up happening. There will be a victim and a one to act against said victim. There are no rules. The cow can be just as much a dom in this case as she can be the submissive. She can also be a side character--merely the producer of the MoSP while two other characters interact with it.

The strange property is open to interpretation. It can do anything your imagination can come up with. Perhaps drinking the milk will transform you into another cow who makes more of that milk. The cycle, in this case, will continue to perpetuate indefinitely. Cow + Milk + Victim = More Cows. And it would make sense that there is a farmer in the mix who is profiting from all of this strange milk. It really is a delightful concept and opens the mind to many possibilities.

Milk of Strange Properties is a fetish included in my new book "Pack Rats of the Inside."
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Crushing

Crushing? What's that? Depending on your physical situation, there's a chance you won't have long to find out. But to simply give it a definition: Crushing as a fetish is when someone is smashed down by something greater in size. In many ways, this goes right along with the aforementioned macrophilia-the love of big things.

There are three distinct types of crushing that generally wisp up from the dark regions of the erotic mind: soft crushing, violent crushing, and crushing while immortal clay. Let's go over all three!

Soft crushing is probably the most popular--my least favorite, by the way. It generally has to do with someone large or fat pressing down on top of you, preferably while you are face up. It could be a giant foot or a wide ass. It is not really meant to cause harm as much as it is meant for the larger form to exert dominance. Soft crushing creates immobility through bodily pressure.

This form of silly crushing is as close as the fetish gets to romantic overtures. Bleh. R̵͙̓o̸̼͒m̸̼͛a̵̛̺n̶̖̿c̷̞̊e̵̹͐.̵͉̚ But I suppose as romance goes, it is somewhat kinky. The foot will push down as much as it can without hurting you, but believe me, you will feel the pressure. It will give you a little bit of fear without going too far. It's very... playful.

On to things less boring.

Violent crushing is a form of snuff. It means that the subject being crushed will die. He will feel every bone break and every organ squish in the experience. Why is the death needed for it to be a fetish? Why, death is more common a fetish as you may think. When enacted by a partner, it is the show of ultimate dominance. The crushing part is merely the icing on the cake.

Some people like the idea of feeling like a bug running across a floor. Someone sees the bug and steps down on it. He may let it roll a little under foot but ultimately... CRUNNCHHH! Those moments before being crushed are moments of pure forced submission. You find yourself entirely at the mercy of someone else. Of course, there will be no mercy. Perfect dominance will not occur until you are dead. And you will die knowing that you were utterly smashed by another.

I wrote a blog recently about Immortal Clay. Just as a recap, immortal clay means that your body is made up of an abstract material (ie. clay) that can be destroyed but not necessarily killed. Being crushed in this state means you will simply go flat. Under extreme crushing, the details of your personhood will be lost and you will be left as just an nondescript blob of goo. Naturally, you can be remolded or simply tossed away. Whatever the case, you won't die. You will live in that state for eternity.

Being the kind soul that I am, I much prefer fates worse than death. I have no desire to kill you. I would rather you suffer with your mind and life in tact. I am very benevolent in this way. For this reason, the immortal clay variety is my favorite of the three.

Oh! And by the way...

I̵̬̰̐̉̄t̷̰̖̬̑͠'̶̢͍͍̃̋s̵̢̻̲̝͆̽̄̕ ̵̠̖͇̤͋̾̉ş̸͇́̽̓ţ̷̛̟̦i̵͇̙͌̉̌͝ḷ̴̙͐̕l̵̳̂̈ ̶̼̠͇̈́͑̎g̸̬̉ő̴̼̣̤̫i̴̛̞͇̇̈́n̷̘͗̈́g̴̗̾́̇̕ ̴̩̞̈́̓̽͋ț̵̬͚͆̽o̸̱͈͓̐̑ ̶͖̥̀̀ḣ̷͔̖̲̔͘ù̵̪͍r̵͍̕t̴̼͖͔̆̐̋̃!̸͈͗̀̀

Crushing was a prominent aspect of my new book "Pack Rats of the Inside!"
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Hyper Pheromones

I have to say that nothing pleases me more than seeing a person lose his mind. Literally lose it. Or at the very least its primary functionality. What is a mind really for... Let's see. There's money management. Very important. If you don't manage your money, you might not be able to afford that new elephant sized dildo everyone's been talking about. I hear they can run about $200+. There's also eating. Yes, you need your mind to eat. Can't just sit there and will the food into your stomach. Nutrition is important. I can't always be there to fuck your face. What else? Oh yes! Forming healthy bonds with friends and co-workers to ultimately develop a stable standing in modern society. Very important. I always did love a harem.

But really, all that IQ is overrated! You don't really need any of it. Just give yourself to someone who'll take care of you. Someone who will love you and do a number of interesting things to your body in exchange for your undying loyalty. I'm not talking about giving up your soul... unless your into that sort of kinkiness. Heh heh.

A new and upcoming fetish in the realm of hypnotism and mind control is something called Hyper Pheromones. It's also sometimes called Extreme Pheromones and probably a number of other things. Like I said: It's a bit new. I used to refer to cuntboys as reverse shemales at one time. Who knew the popular term would be so excessively dirty. I fucking hate vulgarity.

To explain this new fetish you have to understand the very basic concept of pheromones. Pheromones in the abstract is a chemical ejected by a living person which is intended to attract another individual in a sexual manner. (Usually the opposite sex but who really cares honestly.) I can't really call the sniffer of this pheromone a victim, and believe me, I love calling people victims. The subject, shall we say, will inhale these pheromones and react to it with a rather broad range that might consists of a long period of proper romantic courting to a rather unexpected interlude of fucking madly. Either way, the whole concept rather bores me. Sex is sex is sex is sex.

Enter the new fetish known as Hyper Pheromone. This will usually be produced from some sort of freak of nature. Possibly genetically modified. It is not normal in the least. Something we can just sort of imagine. The possessor of the hyper pheromone can produce it in a similar fashion as the regular type, but I rather like it coming forth in a more deliberate and concentrated fashion. For example, it can be "puffed" through the creature's lips. A big pink cloud right in the victims face. Or we could modify a skunk to have it come from her very stately tail. Once again, by act of will.

The result of inhaling this hyper pheromone is that you will experience no less than 3 hours of fap in precisely one full second. You will quite literally undergo an excruciatingly long and massive sexual experience in the blink of an eye. A moment after you breath in the puff, you will have an earth shattering orgasm that is entirely unavoidable. It will be a large and messy one too. If you're lucky, the shock to your system will not kill you, and the fetish is rather tailored to those with rock solid constitutions. There is no point to any of it if the heart stops beating.

I know it must seem rather unexciting for the orgasm to happen so quickly, but there is quite a lot more. You see... The puffs do not stop coming. All the oxygen is quickly being displaced around you. You may try and hold your breath, but the sudden orgasm has you gasping uncontrollably. In another moment, you breathe in another shot of the pheromones and... ORGASM! Yes, and it is just as intense and messy as the first. My goodness, but it does seem as if your balls are refilling quickly! How do they do that?! It defies proper biology! We could stop and try to figure out the science of it, but you are too busy gasping more of those puffs in to really consider anything. And yes... you just keep blowing your load all over the place.

4... Puff! 5... Puff! 6... Puff! Puff! Puff! 20...

37... Puff! 68... Puff! 91...

I'm gonna need new carpet. The floor is covered in your goo. Got plenty of it on me as well, but I don't mind. The point is that you don't really think anymore. All the time you were breathing me in and blowing your load, your IQ was steadily dropping by ten digits at a time. Not sure where it is now. Probably somewhere near 20. You don't even remember your own name. All you can think about is sex... sex... sex. I am the only person you ever see in your deteriorating brain.

J̴̛̛̪͇̗̒̌̈̂̑͋̿̅̇̔͋̅̈́͛́̌̓͋̈́̀͗̈́͑́̈́̃̓́̐̾̊̆̌̚̚̕͝͝Ủ̸̢͎͕̬͇͚͎̥͔̗̺̪͔̥̲̜̘̬͋̏͒̓̊͊̌̇̌̈́̽Ṡ̵̨̡̢̨̧̢̡̡̢̡̛̤̰̣͔̤̞̼̯̜̣̫̜̗̠̘̯̣̮̲͔̝̣̠͔̱͇̟̭̥͉͈̪̥̥͓͉͍̳̩̃̑̇̂̽͒͒̏̍̏͒͗̔́̓̓͐͊͆̊̾̄̄̂̑͗̏͐̍͊͜͝͝͠ͅͅŢ̷̧̭̾͌̉̒̾̅͛͒͜ ̴̧̧̡̜̜̥͚͖͇̰̦͔̮͎̥͕̞̼̖̱̙͖̺̥̺̰͍͕͎̥̙͌͌̇̍̽̌̑̑́̌̈́̍̏̃̏̈́̂̓̒̉̌̃͗͒̈̊̌̽͆̄̅̀̋̈́̂̌̚͜͝͝ͅB̴̢̨̧̡̡̢̨̡̨̡̛̛̤̳͔͎̞̬̞̠͚̝̲͚̞̘̻̞͖̫̖̞̹̯̣̟̻̘͕̺͍̲̪̺̙̰̜̩̮̹̜̪͓͚͖̋́̂̈̆̎̉̉̓̈͌̃̂͗̋̓̊̔̇̈́͛̂̅̌͒̂̂͊̚͠R̸̨̧̢̨͇̼̠̼̗̝̥͇͖͉̹̖͕̰͎̣̞͚̭̀̋̑̏́̊̔̎̈̑̅͗̀͐̄̒̏̀̅̄͐́͗̽͊̏̀̕̕̚̕̕͘̕̕͘͝͝E̵̡̡̞̜̞̻̻̲̺̥͍͂̋̄̄͌́̔͌̂̑̿̑̈́̂̇̈́̎͋̚͠͝ͅA̷̧̢̡̢̩̤̥̳̗̱̥͕̪̮̲͇͕͍̥͕͇̯͉̫̪͈̲̗̪̺͙͇͇͉͕̞͙̪̤̳͎̰̗̩̍̾̇̐́̌͒̾̿̇́̏̌́́̅̚͜͜͠͠ͅŢ̶̨̜̺̝̤̜͇͎͕̭͇̗͔̠̲̝̿̄̈́̈́̈́͌̆̈́͒̽̿̑́̃̽̅̓̃̓̑̉̋̍̂͑̚͜͝H̸̡̢̨̧̛̛̘͍̣̱̬͖̺̟͎̥̱̫͔͍͎̭̜̱̝̤͇̜͚̬̯̳̻̖͍̙̫̜͇͎̖͕̲͕̖͉̙͉̥̼̍͊͆͗̃̏̈́͗͛̄̄͂̃̆̌̅̂̄̀̆̂͆́͆͊̂͑͂̑͛̅̅̾́̌͑̊̐̆͌̈́̄͊̕̚ͅ ̴̨̨̨̨̨̡̢͓̙͍͍̹͖̭͓̮̜̟̱̠͕̮͉̯͔̮͓̪̭͕̥̝̥̋̒̒͆͗͋̎̊̌͜D̶̨̜̬̹̬̰̬͓͖͖̬̤͎̥̦̪̺̲͉͊̑̔̓͊͛̐̂͋͒͑̏̊͆̈́̆̌̾͑̋̃̽͐͊̏̃̿̈́̔̔͑̆͂͑͛̈̍̿͐͘͝͠͝Ȩ̵̢̝̲̰̞͉̹̱̻̭͕̩̓̂͋́̔͑̽͂̓͐̑͂̎̈́̇̾̎̋̆̔̅͋̐̊̕̚ͅȨ̷̛̝̠̞͖͇̟̙̹͓̭̣̫̤̝̞̘̥̝͍̠͍̠͈͚̈́͒͂̎͆̂͌̎͆̓̓̃͐̊̂̏̈́́̑̓͐̊͑́̀̒͊̿̿̈́̊̀̕̕̕͝͝͠ͅP̷̪͔̻̗͇̱̰̟̮̩̘̟̗̲̞̝̥̟̤̥̭͇̬̝̤̟̱͈̠̘̱̿̊́̏̄̌̄̆̃͘͜ͅ!̷̡̨̤͕͙͍̻̲̦̘͕͚̟̲̉͂̀̀̿͂̓̾̈́̊̃̆͋͂͒͑͊͊͗̔̏̀̒͒̂̅͗̀̈́͐̎̉͐̊̏͊̇̏̾͌̄̆̂͒̍́̿͘͜͜͝͝͝

There's no reason to think anymore. There's no reason to worry anymore. Just lay there and smile. Keep blowing your load all over the place. I'll take care of you. I'll always be there for you. Just exist and think about all the pleasure...

I do often write about similar things. You may enjoy my current book "Pack Rats of the Inside."
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Hypnosis and Direct Mind Control

Does it feel good to be a free and independent person in this world? Do you enjoy it? Do you like having independent thought? Many do. I like it as well. But what if that was suddenly taken away from you? What would you do? T̸̙͑R̷͍̔I̴̗̅C̴̹̒K̸̟̒ ̶̝̅Q̴̘̄U̸̺͋E̷̝̎S̶̹͋T̶̨͝I̸̚ͅO̶̲͐Ǹ̵̝!̵̺́ You'll do whatever I want you to do.

There are two mainstream schools of thought for the taking of another's mind--hypnosis and direct mind control. The most popular is hypnosis. This involves putting the subject into a trance. They can do this by having them focus on a particular object or showing them a spinning image of some type. This causes the subject to relax and fall asleep while still listening to every word spoken by the hypnotist.

Now we are assuming that the hypnotist in this case has abilities far removed from your general showman. He is out to take hold of this person's mind and never let go. Once the subject is under the trance, the hypnotist can then make any suggestion he wants, and each one of those suggestions will be obeyed.

I suppose the fun of hypnosis is that the subject is not entirely aware that he is being hypnotized. He can be set up with triggers that can cause aberrant behavior even while in public. These are most fun when the suggestions are sexual in nature. As an example: I gave one of my victims a collar with a bell around it. Depending on the number of rings, he would have to perform a different sexual act on anyone who rang his bell. He would be entirely oblivious to it until the moment he heard and had counted the bell rings. Poor fellow was arrested for tugging down a man's pants inside of a restaurant. It was, however, a pleasant surprise to hear that they let him keep the bell on while in prison.

Direct mind control refers to the same thing but it is far more focused. I usually have some sort of devise that does it for me. It can be in the shape of a pin or a hat. It is simply something that can be easily worn by the subject.

One major difference is that the subject does not go into a trance. You are merely making him respond to your orders. His mind is not shutting down or anything. He is still thinking his own thoughts. He is still a free thinker. The problem is that if I tell him to do something, he'll do it. The best part of it is that he will still be able to speak his own mind.

Direct mind control is all about losing control of your body to someone else's whim. I can tell you to jerk me off, and you will have no choice but to jerk me off. Nevertheless, you'll still complain about it. "Why can't I stop doing this?! What's happening to me?! Stop this!"

"You make an awful amount of noise for a sex slave," says I. "Why don't you suck me off instead."

"No! I won't! I--- MMF! MFFF!"

"Ah! That's better. Peace and quiet."

I actually enjoy direct mind control more simply because I enjoy the victim's complaints as they pleasure me. Of course, you can program in changes in attitude, but that isn't as fun for me. It is more fun to see my victim losing his mind as his body just does nasty horrible things for my own enjoyment. I can even make him sing. Really, there is no downside to this... for me that is.

There is yet another far less popular form of hypnosis that I am extremely fond of. I would very much love to tell you about it in this blog, but honestly, I'd much rather you bend over for me. Yes, it's okay to complain. I like it when you complain.

Y̸̛̻̖̥̺̮̦̎̎͒͛̍̔̈́̂̐͘͜o̶̢̬̯̟̘̜̬̞͇̫͌̀͜ų̷̘͓̥͕̘̯̳̪̍̈́̃́̀͝'̴̮̞̄̎͑̃r̷̙̳̈́̎͐́̂̅̔͋̋̌͠͝ę̴̥̬̥̬̓͌͑̕͝ ̶̨̺̦̲͖̹͕̟͓̳̬̘̓̊̉̿́̃̎̃̍͝͝n̶̡̧̨͈̹̲͙̥̭̰͋̄̌̀̽̒̃͆͌̔͑̾͐̂ò̷̲͎͈̙̬̐̂̈̑̌͆͂̆̈́́͝͝t̸͍͚͗̾̐͛̄̑̄̽̔́̚͝h̴̨̫̻̺͓̺̖̤͔͚͙̪̪̖̒̀̇̿͝͝i̵̟̮̮̘̭̺̙͋͛̑̀ņ̷̨̛̝̭̫͎͙̯̗̠̣͉̽͂́͑̿͋͗̋̆̆͘͝g̸̡̢̡̛̍͌̈́́́̀̈̋̆̆̚͝ ̵̱̀͆̍̈́̚b̴̢͎̤̙̔͌̐͑̉̈́̂̆͋ú̵͓̔͒̃̃̊́̌̊̉̕̚͠ţ̸̩̮͇̜̪̠̈́̿́̽̇ ̷̢̢̢̹̩͍̖̰͎̼͓͙̏͊̀̏̕m̶̨̛͈͉̼̋̄ẏ̴̛͉̭̏̆ ̶̡͉͎̘̮̗͇̻̰̂̉̓̔̓̏̑͜͠t̴̩͎̏̀͂͌̈̉͒̕̕o̷̟̠͖͕̗̘̘̹̓́͑ỹ̶̲̻̥̣̬͓̀͂̽͆̓̈́̍̿̈́̕.̴̖̈́͊͒̃̆̿͘͘̕͝.̸̢̙̱͚̰̯͎͍̗̳͐͜ͅ.̴̛̦̃͛̔̄͐̐͂̈̈̓̓̿͘

You'll have to wait for next week to hear about it. Until then, check out my new book "Pack Rats of the Inside."
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